Open the seven seals, unleash domination up on this world, set free the virus Across this place, woe, to all humanity. all you feel is displeasing pain, to set the Ways for the dying, a drop of blood, the river of d**h, the persecutors are Persecuted, once they stood tall and now they fall, cause and effect, the disease Is ridden through your mortal coil, pain is so blinding it numbs you to the core, Everyone you see is like looking at a mirror, plague of sores, moving fast like an Outbreak of demons on your flesh, to take command and rule the world of Famine, to the end, despair, plague of sores, open the seven gates, fallen below To abyssic realms, plague of sores